Johnny Henderson

I just can't turn this down.

I have to take the shot.

That is a six-point buck standing there.

It's not the trophy that I wanted, but at least I won't go home empty-handed.

And after the morning we've had, I think we deserve a little something good.

All right, just take the shot so we can go.

I still don't feel right about this, Kenny said.

Steadying his rifle across the hood of his truck, Jacob zeroed in on the buck and prepared to fire.

Raising the scope, Jacob immediately saw what had been the cause of Kenny's alarm.

Standing just outside the tree line at the edge of the field was the creature that they had left behind, not even five minutes before then.

Was this thing following them?

Was it after the deer?

What was it doing?

Jacob watched the creature through his scope for a full 30 seconds before it ever moved, and when it did, it ignored him and the deer and started to lope off toward William's barn, the barn that was just about 500 yards from where the woodland demon had been standing.

Jacob called out to Kenny and said, Kenny, call William and tell him there is something trying to get in his barn.

I know he has at least two mares with foals in there, and if that thing gets in, it'll kill all of them.

In an attempt to be rid of this monster, werewolf, Sasquatch, or whatever it was, Jacob fired a shot but missed.

The creature turned in their direction and glared at them through red, hate-filled eyes and then began to run toward them at full steam.

Kenny, who was still on the phone with William, screamed at Jacob to get in his truck and go.

Jacob did as he was told, and Kenny followed suit.